Love the man who carries your laughter in his palms as if it were a wandering star

Love the man who carries your laughter in his palms as if it were a wandering star, Love the soul that gifts you moments, and not just ephemeral masks of happiness. Love the heart that boasts about you to strangers when you're not there, Love the one who knows the difference between mere desire and the sudden blaze of making love. Love the man who invites you to love under the night's zodiac and in daylight's glow, When it's the time to be cradled in his arms as a temple or to share stolen, thrilling kisses. Love the man who weaves a cloak of security around you like an invisible halo, Allowing you to rest on his chest and caressing you when the world is unforgiving and abrupt. Love the man who can watch you shine in the spotlight, Without your success casting a shadow over his masculinity or igniting baseless fears. Love the one who sees the hidden beauty in the mundane moments, When you're disheveled and dreaming in the beauty of the dawn, wearing his T-shirt. Love the man who encourages you to chase your dreams, who doesn't hold grudges, Who stands steadfast by your side as you soar towards the boundless heavens of achievements, with grace. This is the man who, dressed in love's dignity, walks with an open heart like a spread wing, Love him with every vibrant fiber of your being, for in the alcove of your heart, he finds his rest.